I can’t deny my genuine feeling toward him, a remarkable guy with an intelligent minds and impressive proficiency in speaking myriad languages. It’s always soothes me when I hear his voices whispering on the phone. He seems to have a knack to manage how to articulate each words, paying peculiarly attentions to the rhythm of the syntax to create a curl that could do a little tricks on my ears. What can I say and how can I stop fidgeting when it’s about time to pick up the phone to respond to his answers. It’s not an easy job to force myself from giggling at his humorous remarks when my supervisors are around. I guess that is part of the luxury that I’ve ever had in this routinized works. I believe it’s a kind of poppy love.

when you say nothing at all


The picture bumps right into my head when I accidentally click this clip, and I wonder if you still remember the first-time album purchasing in the old days. It’s Notting Hill, The scene is so surreal to me that I thought it’s just occurred five minutes ago. I remember it’s an afternoon on Sunday, but I can’t really perceive it anymore because it gradually fades away from my mind. Can you help me out?

when can you leave me alone?

It’s been long-long days that I couldn’t remember when was the last time I saw you. Stood on the opposite side of the road, at some steps away from you, I couldn’t believe my eyes; I couldn’t believe what I saw because for a moment, I think that was my own illusion of seeing someone that looks just like you. Not until you passed me by so closely at the crossing road did I realized that it was really you. I stunned with a little delight but soon fell into a disappointed mood, how you could ignore me like I am a stranger. Yes, I know that I’ve removed you from my friend list at Facebook, but that is part of my own ritual of self-quest of moving on, I wish I could really take away your face from my mental mind and wish to come back as nothing has ever happened between you and me.

Farewell to you


You don’t know how long these memories linger at the corner of my mind,
You don’t know how much I had laughed happily at your humorous talks,
You don’t know how late I’ve realized that I am empty without a dream that excludes you. It’s all kept closely within me, but did you carry it in your backpack? Now, we are embarking on the divided road, where you seem to be confident to choose firmly like you used to be pursuing. But, I am totally lost, I am rambling aimlessly, now i am reaching to the place where you are absolutely absent.I am wondering if I am still good for you? Cause i’m starting feeling a distance separate us afar, thank you for let me know what hurting feel like, thank you for giving me the pain and loneliness, thank you for your jacket, thank you for your silent smile at last.

掩埋在一堆無法釐清的雜念中,我覺得我也很痛苦,感覺也想逃離這一切,也許我太過依賴,太過懶散。
所以,即便在我極需要幫助的那一刻,我總是會被拒絕,我真的很想找出口,也許我真的需要獨立一些。
也許不要再有期待,也許這些負面的思緒就不會再侵入我的腦袋。有時候,我真的很想消失,真的很想逃離這一切的種種,有意念卻無聲音,我可以做的事就是走得遠遠的~

你還會想我嗎?

似乎有點難為情,聽到你話家常,細談家族之事,有一種開心和難過雜沓而來。開心的是你願意分享這些事情,難過的是有種無法抽離的惆悵在心中冉冉而升,你好像面臨了現實的局,你所擔心的事正巧也是我所擔心的,
不是為了我自己的感覺,但深怕再次傷害彼此而保持距離。但只要想想你如果最終選了她人,我是否會徹夜哭泣?
只為了我傻傻不敢說出一聲我其實喜歡你。我相信你可以給予的是豐富的生命,但我無法達到女強人的頂點,來給予你經濟上的支援。我了解在某些時刻,我只想保護這樣的單戀,不哭也不鬧,就像一顆安靜的樹,為你遮蔭,陪伴你。我不是因為想要尊嚴而從不對你表現溫柔,只因在某些時刻,我真的很脆弱也很徬徨。擔心的是我自作多情,也害怕我的包容力是容不下你再次言語上的浮誇。你喜歡誰,我無法去做判斷和干涉,但我知道,在某些時刻我等著,等著,心也會累,安全感也許某一天就會消失,你會失去一切,一個我想守護你的愛就這樣被撕裂。

would you hold me tight?

Dear Jorge,
a touch of feeling arise from my heart, mixing it strangely with somehow sadness, and i can’t really tell how come i am lost in a strange place, a place that is far away from here, a village on a yellow plain, and is surrounded with a amount of yellow hay, piling aside, when i want to look at the front door of the village house, I can’t really tell it becomes so shady and but it’s so familiar to me although i can’t really understand your language, but i can hear a sound that is from a conventional instrument, and i could see an Indian come and breathe out a cloud from a long tobacco, a woman named Elena is quietly sitting on the stairs on the streets, and I can’t really know why, it reminds me of an artist Gerogia O’Keaf, a purple petal is wore on her right ear, and could not be taken away by anyone, I can hear you humming in your mother-tongue as a boy, your voice is as tender as a piece of leaves drifting in the air, like a willow, i can’t awake, but i hear your voice, and i wanna go to your homeland, a real place that I can really eat latin food, and embrace you in my heart, I really miss the place, and i really need to get back to there so that I can really find my home, would you hold my hand tightly so that i won’t really fall off from the city.